I know no one likes to go to the dentist. But at 5 pm on a Tuesday? Not how you really want to spend a Tuesday evening, but you do what you have to do. At least it is a check up. I always dread these visits because, well, I don't remember to floss. So the week before my visit, and if I am really good - two weeks, the part of my brain that is supposed to remind me to floss goes into overdrive and I floss like no tomorrow. As if that is going to really fool my hygienist, she knows. She can tell, that's her job. She just smiles at me and reminds me I am not alone and always gives me an extra floss. Maybe it will help this time, after all tomorrow is another day. :)
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